Devil's Night

Contemplation

Ricky's POV

Hours passed and I've spent my time in here scared and numb. I haven't been this bored but simultaneously overwhelmed in my entire life. Though it may not have always been obvious to the ones around me and I am usually secretive about it but I relied on the company of others for comfort. Believe it or not, I tend to get lonely very easily and without being occupied with something else, my mind begins to go places.

I stared blank and half baked at the corner of the ceiling where the roof and wall met. Silent but afraid, I just tried my best to ignore the crippling hunger pain in my torso. I was aware how unrelenting Rem was to me, refusing to hold back  even at my choking pleas. I'd always take and have taken the path that offered the least amount of suffering as possible, especially if there was a high chance of death mixed into the equation. On the contrary, Chris wasn't so willing to obey orders and he never really liked being bossed around. That is what terrified me the most, making me tremble with fear whenever I tried to sleep in here.

I Know that Rem wouldn't be as forgiving to him as he was on me. Even if the the only forgiving part of my time with Rem was the fact that he didn't whip me to death. The overwhelming notion that Chris was in serious danger could be enough to want to stand up and fight against Rem. For our freedom but I had to ask myself if the risks of trying to save us would be worth taking my chances.